IN THE INSTANCE OF THE LIBRARY, it is obvious. We are there to find books, randomly off the shelf if it’s possible, and we are there to discover something new. (This in Aarhus, I saw.) Or maybe we have a pretty specific title in mind, and we’ve pre-arranged to request that exact volume, and we are simply there to retrieve it for a short spell in some climate-controlled room with security gates in place. (This in London, at a fancy place that one might have hoped would have a low-key magazine section).
But the cafe is different. The cafe is where you can just linger, and maybe be online or maybe not. (‘I’m sorry, we don’t have wifi,’ this, winningly, in Malmo.)
DK has been bumbling about looking for the interestingness, so that we can bring the best-of highlights and conversation snippets straight to interested readers in our eZine weekly, S. P. A. C. E. . I’ve been asked to share a little more publicly what the hell that is, and all that’s happening there since it’s now been a year.
But this is the era of too much information, so I’m reticent to do so. Suffice to say if we’ve met in real life, you probably already have a good sense of what S. P. A. C. E. is about, and why it matters. But if you want to talk to me directly, just get in touch. Direct is good.
See you around, maybe run into you in some library or cafe. Public space is my favorite. Serendipity and chance encounters can happen. If let, they can become relationships. These can deepen, and perhaps lead to artmaking. When such happens, that is even better. —AS